Month: May 2017

This weekend I fell into a vortex of bad television. Do you have TV show you hate to admit to watching? Mine is embarrassing. Like, really really embarrassing. I have to preface the name of the show with a yes I know this show is terrible and anti-feminist and trashy and portrays Americans at their worst.… Continue reading the pleasure of a terrible guilty binge→

This time of year is full of birthday parties. And, like the Christmas shopping season, I find my anxiety rising and the thought of picking out a present. It's not that I don't want to give something thoughtful and nice; it's I'm terrible at it. There are some consumers who excel at buying gifts. I've… Continue reading the gift of gifting→

As I type this, half my attention is on my two-year-old. L is currently on the couch, legs crossed, without pants on. Yes, friends, the time has come. We have ditched diapers. It's day 1. I did the 3-Day-Potty method with E, but he was much older (3 years, 2 months). He got the hang… Continue reading ticking stink bomb→

Need I type more? It's miserable and dreary outside; my kids are driving me up the wall, my dog is afoot at all times just pleading with me for a walk, yet the wind and the rain bluster on and it's so vile out CPS will visit if my neighbors see me dragging three kids… Continue reading rainy weekend days→

This weekend I took three kids to a county farm 50 minutes away and rocked it. I mean, I really did. It was easy, even. All by myself I navigated and educated and culture-ated the kids. I strapped two babies onto me, and my six-year-old walked along with me and we took in the baby… Continue reading earning the stripes→

Mornings and I don't click. I hate crawling out of bed. It takes mental effort to pry my eyes open. I wake up and anger is my first emotion. I'm married to a morning man. He is at his absolute peak of productiveness in the a.m. He bustles and hustles and practically whistles around me.… Continue reading magic mornings→